Word: friends
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Friend of Everyone. He went to work in a General Motors subsidiary's stock room and seven years later became vice president of G.M. in charge of industrial and public relations. U.S. Steel hired him as a front man. By the time he was 37, he was chairman of the board, making $100,000 a year, and was a friend of everyone. At the urging of Franklin Roosevelt's Harry Hopkins, big, expansive Ed went to big, expanding wartime Washington...
Dulles was campaigning forthrightly on the proposition that just about everything in the Fair Deal was wrong. His good friend Governor Thomas E. Dewey had never been so bold: he had given his approval to most items of Harry Truman's program before saying that he could do them better. Republican Senator Irving Ives had been elected as a liberal, especially sympathetic to much of the New Deal's labor legislation. But, making his first plunge into county-level politics, conservative, 61-year-old Senator John Foster Dulles could not be accused of "me-tooing...
Meanwhile Vito Marcantonio had been hopping about on the fringes of the fray, on one occasion with his good friend, Henry Wallace. He cried that the assessed valuation of rich men's buildings was being reduced, that recipients of city welfare were about to be starved, that vested interests would release torrents of nameless horrors if he were not elected. He also complained that someone had thrown old cantaloupes at him from a building...
...atmosphere was informal. In the corridors of Jefferson County's big stone courthouse, the gossip and laughter were loud. There were strike-idled coal miners and old men who shave only once every three days and carry canes. Klansmen posed for pictures smiling broadly, friend-ly-like. Inside the courtroom, mild old Judge Robert J. Wheeler fingered his speckled white mustache. Occasionally he spat delicately into his cuspidor...
...Anything Happened." One day last week Saint-Exupéry's goddaughter rode high in the sky over the Atlantic. Dark-haired Suzanne Roig was the daughter of Georges Roig, an old friend of the novelist and one of France's pioneer aviators himself. "I'll never get tired of traveling," she wrote to a friend recently. Last week she was back at her job as stewardess of a huge Air France Constellation just making ready to come in for a landing at Azores' Santa Maria airfield. The sky around her ship was clear, and laced...